An artist's initial broad stroke is always most impactful, and obsessively adding layer upon layer of paint to fill in details often diminishes the painting's aura. When an aura is lost, it is impossible to get back.
In the old days, people shared music; they didn't care who made it. A song would be owned by a village, and anyone could sing it, change the words, whatever. That is how humans treated music until the late 19th century. Now, with the Internet, we are going back to having tribal attitudes towards music.
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What this quote means
The quote reflects a shift in the ownership and sharing of music from communal to individualism and back.
Ryuichi Sakamoto highlights the transformation in the way music is perceived and shared throughout history. In earlier times, music was a collective experience, owned and enjoyed by the community, fostering a sense of togetherness and creativity. With the advent of modern copyright and individual ownership, music became commodified, distancing it from its communal roots. However, the rise of the Internet is enabling a revival of those communal, tribal attitudes, where music can again be shared freely and morph with the contributions of many, enhancing its collective spirit.
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Example use cases
In a presentation on the evolution of music sharing, this quote can emphasize the communal aspects of music.
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